the open door

a crowd gathers
over you
but you aren't there.
you've left
your body
and have healed.
there are lights
and police,
someone holds
your head in his
hands and asks
you if everything
is okay, he is
the man that has
run you over,
can you hear me
he says, but
you don't answer.
your lips
don't move.
the life of you
seeps out into
the cold night.
your blood rises
in steam as it pours
from your veins.
strangers cry at
the sight of you
lying there in the
street. once alive.
you suddenly
understand
everything and find
peace with
what you've done
with your life,
with your death.
it seems so simple
now, but you can't
tell them, they need
to find out on
their own. you want
to comfort them
with their grief,
but you are gone,
you have passed through
the open door.
there are no more
tomorrows, there is
now just today.